Madeline felt half-naked in the presence of Calhoun, but it didn't feel uncomfortable. He enjoyed seeing her cry and moan, she noticed it in his eyes, the desire of fire only increasing, and there were times when she got worried about it. Could someone love so intensely, so ardently that their very life revolved around yours?
Calhoun's hand had not left her back, and his fingers continued to trace every inch and corner of her back, looking at the bruises that had formed.
"Let me go and get something for it," he offered, and Madeline was quick to refuse.
"It will go away in a few days. I get bruises sometimes. It goes by itself," she said to him.
Calhoun didn't listen to her, and instead, he took her to the bed.
